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Chapter 3. Aha (2)

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    In Yan Ruqing's masculine consciousness, a woman who clearly knows a man's attack but does not take any precautions, and does not respond to it, often has a certain conspiracy in it, and is the kind who wants to play a capture game with a man.  However, the one in front of him is still a child, a child of a minority ethnic group in the countryside, so he doesn't need to have such complicated thoughts.  Seeing her embarrassed, he moved closer and smelled the charming fragrance of musk in her thick hair.

    He felt a palpitation.

    "Aha means fairy, right?" He flattered.

    She smiled without saying a word.

    He thought she didn't know much Chinese, but after thinking about it, he immediately developed the courage to recite to her the only poem he could remember from "Anthology of Western Love Poems" he borrowed from Rousang.  Sonnets of Madame.  The poet Rousang is an elegant woman, the only person he can communicate with spiritually and bring him spiritual comfort after he arrives in Guizhou.

    Yan Ruqing thought that although Aha couldn't understand what he said, he would definitely be moved and fascinated by what he recited.  According to his own experience, people are most likely to be confused and moved when they are paradoxical and understandable, and they are prone to illusions because they do not understand.

    He didn't dare to look directly at her, half-closed his eyes, and recited in a vague low-pitched voice like the Tibetan chanting "Ama Mi Ma Mi Om"¡ª¡ª

    But as long as it is love, it is love, it is enough for you to praise,

    It is worth your acceptance.  You know, love is fire,

    Fire is always bright, no matter what is burning is a temple

    Or the woodpile¡ªthe beam is still there

    Burning, the same brilliance always jumps out of the flame.

    When I spit out: "I love you!" In your eyes,

    In that moment of glory, I became a golden body,

    It feels like there is a new bright light

    His continuous recitation brought her a wonderful feeling of the Chinese language. His voice and those sentences are music, other music.  That feeling, as if looking up to the sky, the stars twinkling light one after another.

    Aha listened intently, watching the flames reflect his face red.  The flame is like a solidified soft wind, making the expression of the person on the other side hazy.  She didn't know if he was looking at her, so she smiled even more sweetly.

    If a beautiful girl smiles sweetly, the rushing river will be thicker, and the night sky will tilt down.  Yan Ruqing felt the tilt of the sky. The night got darker and the sky drew nearer. The sky tilted and came over their heads, covering the grain drying field, the two of them and the bonfire.

    Terrified by her smile, he stopped and looked at her.

    She said, "That's nice, really! Did you write it?"

    Yan Ruqing hesitated again.  He wanted to nod, but he wasn't sure how much she knew.

    She has learned Chinese characters since she was a child, and her mother, Ling Li, is a Han Chinese, and she learned it from her own mother.  Later, Lingli sent her to Huaxi Tsinghua Middle School to study.

    "This is a poem, a famous love poem" He said hesitantly.

    "I know it's poetry," she nodded, "and it has a good meaning. Did you write it?"

    "It doesn't matter who wrote it," he suddenly became cunning, "what's important is that it expresses my feelings, my feelings for you, the kind oflove in my heart"

    "Oh if only you could write it down and give it to me. I want to read it a few more times and understand it better"

    "Okay, okay!" He exclaimed happily, touching the paper and pen all over his body.  Finding a ballpoint pen but no paper, he took out a few business cards from fellow villagers he had recently received from his pocket¡ªYungui people don¡¯t seem to have the habit of giving out business cards yet.  He picked out a white one, on the front was "Su Ruilong, General Manager of Guizhou Grand Canyon Catering and Entertainment Co., Ltd".  Since the back of this business card was blank, he wrote these lines of poems to her in small, beautiful characters.

    Aha was excited and excited, and the night couldn't hide the blush on her cheeks.  In the firelight, her face was glowing with moist light, and her eyes were as deep as stars filled with a strange light.  The mountain wind blew, and the flames fluttered.  She wrote her name in Chinese on the sand with bamboo roots, wrote "Seventeen", and drew her own constellation, asking Xiaoyan to remember them all.

    But the smart girl soon hesitated.

    This hesitation was because she didn't know whether she should trust him, this white stranger.  She doesn't know many Han people, and they often show love to her in the way of rude men at the first time. She has to use her own bow and arrow, waist knife, silver needle, and even sweat medicine to deal with them.  All people are the same, even if they just met.  Don't the Han people like their own women?"Yes."

    "Will you still remember Aha in the future?"

    "Of course I will remember you and this night. This is the most beautiful and special night since I was a child. The sky is like a blue cover. I have never been so close to the sky. I don't know where there will be in this place.  There is no chance to come back."

    "As long as you want to come, you can come at any time. If you get lost on the way up the mountain, just give a whistle and I will guide you. You don't know, many foreigners rush into Jinzhu Dazhai rashly, and they all fall into the forest swamp  , like you this afternoon, it's really dangerous. Hey, guess what time it is? Don't look at your watch."

    "Then I'm not sure."

    "I don't have a watch. Let me tell you, it's midnight."

    Yan Ruqing looked at his watch: "Really! How did you do it, so accurate!"

    Aha said: "I want to ask you to do something, can you?"

    "Except for telling me to jump off the mountain, except for telling me to sink into Lake Aha, I can do anything!" Yan Ruqing, who was young and excited by the hazy love, clenched her fists exaggeratedly and swore.

    "If you promise to do it, you will do it every day!"

    "I do it every day!"

    "From now on, at midnight every night, no matter where you are or where I am, we must pray for each other."

    "Why did you choose Zero?" Yan Ruqing thought that his night life was uncertain, maybe he went to bed at midnight, or he just spent time in an unknown place.

    "Zero o'clock is the time when one day meets another day. The ancestors of the Buyi people believed that their lives and everything in the world are renewed at zero o'clock. Usually, our important prayers are also performed at zero o'clock."

    "I can't pray, but I can say what I want to say to you in my heart."

    She asked him to close his eyes, and imprinted her virgin first kiss on his forehead, eyes and lips respectively.  For a split second he took a deep breath of her breath, the scent of fresh apples.  His heart was pounding, and he was so clumsy that he didn't kiss her back.

    "Remember, when I miss you at zero o'clock, no matter when and where, I will look at the sky and pray for you."

    "No matter when and where, I will miss you at zero o'clock and tell you what I want to say to you."

    They spent the night cuddling up by the campfire.  Maybe I slept in the middle, I just felt that the sky was spinning, the distant mountains were spinning, the night was getting lighter and lighter, and the forest in the distance had a blurry outline But the two of them have been holding on and did not fall asleep.  It's too embarrassing to be sleepy in front of the other party, just talking in such a small way, or just quietly listening to the flow of the lake in the distance and the moaning of insects under the night sky.  This multitude of voices was something he had never heard before, like the tide, it seemed that as long as he closed his eyes, the voice would soak up the whole night.

    It would be a pity to spend such time sleeping.

    Because I haven¡¯t slept all night, I always seem to be in a dream, my head and body are extremely light, looking at the bonfire and the other party, if there is nothing; looking at the undulating mountains on the horizon in the distance, and the earth in front of me, they are all rotating, and time is not moving.  Going forward, but spinning in place, everything is spinning.

    At daybreak, a shepherd appeared on a distant hill. The shepherd's incomparably broad and profound singing voice stretched out. He sang for a long time, and the long plateau tunes like metal wires were shaken like delicate silk and satin, separating the gap between the sky and the earth.  The boundless void is filled.

    Many years later, they still remember the feeling of spinning, the dizziness on the plateau at night.  For Aha, it is like her future, the future is a kind of vertigo; and for Yan Ruqing, the initial hazy and fresh love is also a kind of vertigo, if the power of the spirit occasionally surpasses the body, carrying the body  Ascending, he had such dizziness.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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